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Snape x Reader. Angst. Reader is female.
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No one would ever believe me but I got 52 chaptersā I mean like a full book for a AUā¦ā¦ā¦.
I will never post itāIām probably just gonna get it printed out and made into a physical book to keep on my shelf butā
A princess falls in love with Arc Trooper Fives, but is poisoned and only has a limited amount of time to live. She starts a war for her planet to be taken serious but had been denying Fives all this time UNTIL they finally confess and they get married in the snow.
Iāll never forgive myself but god damnitā I made myself cry.
Summary: After being stung by a bug on a remote planet during a mission with Torrent Company, your life is suddenly in danger, and it's going to take something rather...unconventional to fix it. Little do you know your decision might mean more than you thought it would.
Pairing: Fives x reader
Word Count: 11,105 words (sorry)
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, explicit sexual content, p in v sex, unprotected sex, oral sex, sex pollen, slight dubcon because of sex pollen, feelings, idiots in love, medic!reader, some slight descriptions of injuries but nothing too graphic, slightly possessive Fives, good bro Kix, we love wingman Jesse, language
A/N: Did I need to write another sex pollen fic? No. Has this one been plaguing me for days? Yes. So I wrote it. Bit rusty with the 501st boys but here we are. Hope you enjoy!
MASTERLIST
āWhy did you have to bring me along again?ā You ask into your comm, firing a shot at a droid from the bushes where youāre hiding in the bushes.
āWe just like having you around.ā Fivesā voice sounds from your vambrace. You can picture the cheeky smile on his face beneath his helmet.
āI feel like Kix would have been more than capable of handling you idiots.ā You say, flattening yourself in the dirt as a stray blaster bolt flies over your head. You werenāt necessarily trained for front-line combat, usually stuck at the back of the column to look after injured soldiers left behind by forward progress like most civilian medics.
You were getting more than enough combat experience hanging around these boys, though. They were making sure of that.
You let out a slow breath, pushing yourself back up to your knees to peer through the bushes. Droids are falling left and right as blue and red blaster bolts fly through the air. Itās utter chaos.
Yet, you trust the boys to take care of things. Theyāre here for a reason. The best of the best the 501st has to offer.
You take aim through a gap in the bushes, firing on another droid getting too close.
āNice shot, Doc.ā Jesseās voice comes through the comm.
āThanks.ā You murmur, watching the chaos for any possible injuries youāll need to treat.
You watch the field, the small droid army that had been guarding the base getting smaller and smaller as the boys work their magic. You keep a close eye out for any potential injuries, not that you donāt trust Kix canāt handle it, but youād prefer he keep his focus on the fight and not one of these idiots catching a stray bolt to the groin.
Youāve gotten up close and personal with some clones for that very injury.
Just another day in your life.
Youāre pulled from your reverie as something sharp pricks your neck. You slap a hand against the spot, pulling away to find a squished bug. You pick at the skin, pulling the stinger free. āKriff.ā Itās a decent sized stinger.
āYou good, Doc?ā Kixās voice comes through the comms.
āYeah, some kriffing bug stung me.ā You say, the spot starting to throb painfully.
āOoh kiss your mother with that mouth?ā Jesse asks.
āPlease, like you havenāt said worse.ā You roll your eyes.
āKriffing son of a bitch.ā Hardcase grunts.
Yeah, like that. āWhat happened?ā You ask, snapping back into medic mode.
āHardcase took a shot to the shoulder.ā Kix says.
āDrag him over here.ā You say, pulling your pack off your back. You risk leaving the cover of the bushes, squatting down just past the treeline as Kix and Fives drag Hardcase over to you.
He grunts as heās dropped, going limp. You roll your eyes, pulling off his spaulder before looking at the hole in his blacks. The skin is blackened and raw, burned from the heat of the blaster bolt. You open your pack, pulling out your med kit. āThis is going to sting,ā you say, pouring disinfectant over the injury. Kix kneels down on his other side, prodding at the wound.
āWhatās the prognosis?ā Hardcase asks, his helmet shifting side to side as he looks between you.
āI donāt know, Hardcase.ā Kix says as you pass him a bacta shot. āYou might not make it.ā
Hardcase sighs dramatically, gripping your hand. āDistribute my sabacc credits evenly among the men, and give condolences to that Twiālek from 79s.ā
You roll your eyes again, but squeeze his hand as Kix jabs the injector into the wound. āYouāre lucky that shot wasnāt further to the right.ā You say, grabbing the gauze from your bag. āI told you to get bigger spaulders.ā
āI keep forgetting.ā Hardcase says.
A bead of sweat trickles down your spine as you pack your med kit back into your bag. The air is hot and heavy on this planet, your blacks already damp from sweat under your armor. Itās not as heavy duty or weighty as theirs, but you can only imagine how soggy they are under those helmets.
āLetās get this communication tower down.ā Rex says, the fight against the droids over. You quickly realize they were waiting on you to finish. āHardcase, stay out here with Doc, the rest of you on me.ā
Hardcase salutes him from his place on the ground before flopping back dramatically. You sit down next to him, fanning yourself. Sweat has pooled in your crevices, the day only seeming to get hotter and muggier.
You dig your canteen out of your pack, taking a long drink of the cool water. It soothes some of the heat for a moment, and your dry mouth. Has your mouth been this dry the entire time?
You offer the canteen to Hardcase and he takes it, pushing himself up to sit. He favors his right arm as he takes a swig, likely still in pain as the bacta slowly works itself through his system.
The jungle seems so quiet now that the fire fight is over with. The air is still and heavy, settling like a dome over the Separatist hideout. Youāre aware and alert, and so is Hardcase, in case any straggler droids show up as the boys work to take down the communications tower, cutting one part of the Separatist army off from the others.
You slip your canteen back into your pack, leaning back against a tree. Itās getting hotter, and you tug at the neck of your blacks, trying to get some air between your skin and the tight fabric.
āYou alright?ā Hardcase asks, turning his head to look at you.
You nod, fanning yourself with your hand. āItās hot.ā
He hums, turning to look back at the building. He doesnāt seem bothered by the heat at all, not even a sweat breaking out on his forehead as you sit under the hot sun. Youāve always wondered if the clones were engineered to handle more extreme temperatures. You hadnāt read anything about it in the file you stole during a short stay on Kamino. Curiosity had led you to snooping about the clones and their genetic engineering. Youād simply made the excuse that it was to better understand how to treat them. Resources would be limited at times and if you knew how much they really could handle, then you could better allocate those resources between them.
Youād never give them less than you would anyone else, but that had been the excuse youād come up with in case you got caught. You hadnāt, but you never do anything without a good reason thought up. Impulsivity isnāt your nature.
Sweat has soaked through your blacks by the time the doors open again, your hand falling to your blaster before you recognize your boys coming back through.
āCharges are planted.ā Rex says, Kix offering you a hand to help you up off the ground. āLetās get out of here and blow this place.ā
āHell yeah.ā Hardcase says, putting his helmet back on.
Your group steps through the bushes again, slipping back into the jungle.
Youāre not quite sure how far you walk before you hear the bang, jumping just a bit as the explosion reaches your ears. Youāve stopped for just a moment, long enough for them to detonate the charges and destroy the Separatist communication station. You take a moment to grab your canteen again, taking another big drink. Your mouth feels eternally dry, no matter how much water you drink, it doesnāt do anything to ease the ache in your throat. The canteen is half empty now, and you only hope youāll come across water at some point so you can refill it before itās completely empty.
You ignore the way your hands shake as you tuck the canteen back into your pack, slinging it over your shoulder again as you trudge along through the jungle.
The heat continues to intensify, sweat dripping down your forehead as you slowly weave through the bushes and roots. The wound on your neck from the bug is throbbing and achy, a bump forming where the stinger broke your skin. Thereās an itch starting to build beneath your skin. Must be from the friction of your blacks and the sweat. Just what you need. Heat rash.
You canāt wait to get off this planet. You canāt wait to get back to the boring med bay, the greys and whites of the Resolute. Youād take cataloging over this. But the boys wanted you to come along, and here you are dragging ass behind them.
You pick up the pace, shoving past the exhaustion, something youāre well accustomed to. Itās not the first time youāve had to push past the extremes, often pushing yourself further than sanity to save the lives of as many troopers as you can. You donāt want them to die, even if they do it with honor.
Your legs are starting to shake, sweat dripping into your eyes. The itch under your skin is intensifying, your fingers digging into the gap between your vambrace and rerebrace. The armor is getting heavier and heavier, weighing you down as your exhaustion continues to build.
Your vision is starting to swim, the colors of the jungle intensifying, becoming sharper. Your hand shakes as you lift it to wipe your brow, sweat soaking through your glove. The sun isnāt helping the heat any, bearing down on you through the trees. If you didnāt know better, you might have thought it was seeking you out, following you and shining its rays directly onto your head.
After a few minutes you finally stumble, sitting down hard on a root. Your pack nearly pulls you backwards and you quickly unclip it, letting it fall before it takes you with it. You need to stop, you need a moment just to breathe. The jungle around you is kaleidoscoping, the vivid brightness hurting your eyes.
āDoc!ā Fives calls out, rushing to your side. His hand cups your face as you sit back against the tree, blinking away the dizziness. āKriff, youāre burning up.ā
Kix kneels down on your other side, grabbing his scanner from his belt. He holds it up to your face, and you can imagine his brows furrowing in concentration under his helmet. āA fever.ā He tilts your head side to side, the motion nearly making you puke down Fivesā front. His fingers tug at the neck of your blacks, pulling them down slightly.
āWhat?ā You slur, lifting a hand to the sore spot on your neck. The bump has gotten bigger, and it throbs as you brush your fingers over it.
āWe need to find somewhere to set up camp.ā Kix says, turning to speak to Rex. āI need to treat her before this gets worse.ā
āThereās a clearing not far ahead.ā Rex says, turning his gaze to you. āThink you can make it that far?ā
You nod, standing back to your feet with Kix and Fivesā help. āYeah.ā You donāt sound very convincing.
Kix slings your arm over his shoulders as Fives grabs your pack, his grip around you tight to keep you upright as you stumble onward after Rex. If you werenāt so out of it, you might have been embarrassed or even ashamed. You canāt care about much besides putting one foot in front of the other right now, though. You donāt have that much energy to expend.
Kix is almost carrying you by the time you reach the clearing, half of the company jumping into setting up the tents while the others do a sweep of the area, making sure thereās nothing hiding in the trees that might cause a problem. You lean against a tree, fingers fumbling with your pack to get your canteen.
A gloved hand moves yours to the side gently, reaching in to grab your canteen for you. You look up at the familiar face of Jesse as he screws the top off for you.
āThank you,ā You breathe, taking a big sip. Itās almost empty now.
āYou sure youāre alright, Doc?ā He asks, brows furrowed in concern.
You nod. āProbably just heatstroke.ā
He doesnāt seem convinced of your diagnosis, but he nods even as his brows pinch further together. He pushes himself to stand, moving himself in front of the sun, protecting you from its rays. Itās starting to lower in the sky, its rays reaching through the gaps in the trees.
āCome on,ā Kix says, approaching you again. āLetās get you in a tent.ā
With Jesseās help they get you on your feet, your legs trembling under you. Your body feels heavy, limbs dragging like youāre trying to move through mud. Everything feels harder than it should, even your breathing has become labored.
Kix and Jesse get you into the tent, Kix lowering you down onto the mat on the ground. Itās hardly comfortable, but you couldnāt care less right now. Kix turns on a lamp, casting a sterile looking glow in the tent as he digs through his own pack. Yours has been placed on the floor at your feet, your fingers reaching for your canteen. Your mouth is dryer than Tatooine, your tongue sticking to the roof of your mouth. You take a long drink, drinking up every last drop of water.
āI need more.ā You gasp, handing him your empty canteen.
āWeāll get you more soon.ā Kix says, pulling out his med kit. He scans your forehead again, the scanner beeping ominously. āYour temperature is higher than it was.ā
āThatās not good.ā You say quietly, tugging at the pieces of your plastoid armor. You need it off, the weight of it pressing against your skin. That itch is still there, burning and scraping where you canāt reach it.
āEasy,ā Kix says, grabbing your hands as you tear at the plastoid.
āI need it off.ā You breathe, your chest tightening. It feels constricting, rubbing your blacks against your sensitive skin.
āAlright, let me help.ā Kix says softly, easily peeling off a spaulder. He carefully removes your armor, setting the pieces next to your pack at your feet.
You can still feel the burn of fabric against your skin, though it has lessened a bit without the weight of your armor on your body. Kix tilts your head to the side, brushing back some of the hair thatās fallen out of your braid, the damp strands sticking to your skin.
āYou said a bug stung you?ā He asks, running his thumb over the bump on your neck.
You hiss as he presses against it, a sharp pain shooting through your body. āYeah.ā
He pulls his hand back, grabbing an injector. āWhen did these symptoms start? After you got stung?ā
āI mean, I was hot before.ā You say, wincing as he injects the bacta into your shoulder. āBut everything elseā¦ā you let out a long breath. āYeah.ā
āItās possible the bug released some kind of toxin into your bloodstream when it stung you.ā Kix says.
What you wouldnāt give for a blood test right now. Maybe it could tell you what poison is coursing through your system right now.
Sweat continues to soak through your blacks, beading on your forehead and sliding down into your hair. Kix straps a monitor to your arm before rising, taking your canteen with him as he leaves the tent. You lay there, trying to take in deep breaths but your chest feels constricted. Your entire body feels constricted, like your very skin is starting to tighten and suffocate you.
āEasy,ā Kix says, keeling back on the ground next to you, his hand resting on your shoulder. āPanicking isnāt going to help anything right now.ā
āItās...itās too much.ā You gasp, tugging at your blacks. Theyāre sticking to you like a second skin, the sensation enough to drive you insane. You feel like you are going insane, every nerve ending alight all at once, every sense on high alert. Youāre pretty sure if you focused enough, you could feel your bones.
Kixās touch is unbearable as he prods at your wound. āThe bacta hasnāt helped any.ā He says, worry evident in his voice. āYour heart rate is still high, and your blood pressure.ā
That explains the painful pulsing behind your eyes.
Thereās an ache starting to blossom deep in your pelvis, a deep cramping thatās building steadily. You press a hand to your abdomen, applying gentle pressure, as if that could get it to stop.
āHow much longer until they arrive to get us?ā You ask, tugging at your shirt.
āWeāre not due to be picked up for another six hours.ā He says. āRex commed and theyāre coming as fast as they can.ā
āKriff,ā you breathe, rolling back onto your back. āI donāt think Iāll make it another six hours.ā
Kix doesnāt say anything, but his silence is all you need to know.
The deep ache in your stomach intensifies, sharp shooting pain racing through your overstimulated nervous system. You grit your teeth, curling into a ball.
āWhat is it?ā Kix asks, shifting to face you.
āHurts.ā You gasp, curling tighter into a ball.
āWhat hurts?ā He asks, his hand on your shoulder.
His touch burns through your body, intensifying the ache in your stomach. You pinch your eyes closed, trying to breathe through the cramp. Itās worse than any cramp youāve ever had. It nearly has you seeing double.
āDocā¦ā Kix says, his thumb stroking your arm. āTalk to me.ā
āCanāt,ā you gasp, the cramping starting to lower in your body. āShit.ā You force yourself to sit up, ripping your shirt over your head. āI canāt. I canāt take it anymore.ā
Your skin nearly sighs in relief at the freedom from the tight material. You donāt care that Kix is seeing you in just your breastband. Heās a medic, heās seen a lot of things. The last person who would judge you for having your tits half out is Kix.
You curl back up into a ball, the ache in your stomach starting to sink lower and lower until itās pulsing between your legs. You squeeze your eyes closed, thighs pressing together. You try to breathe through your mouth, willing the ache to subside.
āKix,ā you breathe, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder. āWhatās happening to me?ā
āIā¦ā he lets out a sigh. āI donāt know. Iām going to update the Captain, you try and rest.ā
***
āHow is she?ā Rex asks, approaching Kix as he steps out of the tent.
āNot good.ā Kix says honestly. Heās watched your decline over the last two hours. āWhatever that bug was...it injected some kind of toxin with its stinger.ā
āIs there a cure for it?ā Rex asks.
āI donāt know.ā Kix shakes his head. āI couldnāt find anything in any databases.ā
āCan you think of anything that might help?ā
Kix shakes his head again. āIām a combat medic, not a scientist. Bacta is useless, and a stim shot might make things worse. How far out is our extraction?ā
āFour hours.ā Rex says.
Four kriffing hours. How is he going to keep you alive that long?
Heās not sure youāre going to make it another hour, let alone four.
***
The pulsing between your thighs is intense, so intense it almost hurts. You grind against your palm pressed between your thighs, skin slick with sweat. Itās hot and youāre exhausted, yet the pulsing of your pussy refuses to let you sleep. Youāve given up on your pants, kicking them off into the growing pile at your feet, leaving you in just your breastband and underwear.
āWhat does it feel like?ā Kix asks, dragging a hand across his shaved head. The two of you have been trying to brainstorm, with what little brainpower you have left.
āYou want the truth?ā You breathe, panting slightly from the exertion of simply existing.
āThat would be helpful right now.ā Kix says. Youād hit him if you could move your hands.
āIt feels like Iām insanely horny.ā You admit, trying not to get embarrassed. The last person that would make fun of you is Kix.
Kix hums, typing away at the datapad in his lap.
āIām so horny it hurts.ā You whine, grinding against your hand. āI feel like I might die if I donāt orgasm right now.ā
āFeel free toā¦ā he waves his hand. āIf you need to.ā
Normally you might feel ashamed for being so open with Kix, but neither of you seem to care right now.
You sink your hand into your underwear, fingers seeking out your pulsing clit. Youāre soaked and itās not just the sweat. You can feel the slickness of your folds as you start to circle your clit, sighing quietly from the sweet relief itās finally getting. Kix doesnāt even glance your way, buried in his datapad as you masturbate next to him, seeking any kind of relief from the intense need burning through you.
āI think I found something.ā Kix says, uncrossing his legs. āI think whatever toxin that bug injected into you was some kind of stimulant.ā
āYou donāt say.ā You breathe, turning onto your back, still furiously rubbing your clit, seeking any kind of relief you can get, but the building pleasure only goes so far. Itās not quite enough, even your fingers dipping into your pussy isnāt enough.
āYouāre only going to get worse if we donāt find some way to burn this toxin out of your system.ā He says, still looking at his datapad. āThereās a little research on the holonet about toxins that can induce arousal, butā¦ā
āBut what?ā You gasp out, pumping your fingers in and out of yourself.
āPrognosis isnāt good unless you can orgasm enough times to burn it out of your system.ā He says with finality.
You let out a groan of despair, curling your fingers inside yourself. Your pussy is damn near tingling, light pleasure coursing through you but itās not enough. Itās almost like your fingers arenāt enough, like you need something else, something more.
You let out a huff, withdrawing your hand. āItās not working.ā
āWhatās not working?ā He asks, finally glancing up at you.
āI canāt...I canāt get myself toā¦ā You groan, flopping back dramatically against the mat. āI need help.ā Your voice is soft, small, quiet, like you donāt want to admit it.
āDocā¦ā Kix says, setting the datapad aside. āI donāt knowā¦ā
āI need help.ā You say again, scrubbing your hands over your face. āIām going to die if I donāt orgasm and I canāt do it myself.ā
Tears leak out of your eyes. Itās the truth. Your heart rate has only continued to climb, as has your fever. The bacta held it off briefly, but as the minutes pass, you can feel your blood pressure starting to rise again. The body can only take so much before it gives out. You donāt want to find out what your limits are.
Kix lets out a quiet breath, his hand falling to press against yours where it rests on the mat. āLet me go talk to the guys.ā
You watch him go, laying there on the mat, the tears still streaming. You can just hear them outside, their bodies visible thanks to the glow of the small fire set up in the middle of the camp.
āSheās declining again. The toxin the bug injected was a stimulant. Itās sending her body into overdrive.ā
āIs there anything you can do to fix it?ā
āThere is one thing...but youāre not going to like it.ā
Their voices quiet down, and you can see them leaning in closer to each other.
āWe have to what?ā
āWe canāt do that. Sheās...not like that...we canāt.ā
āWe may not have any other choice.ā
āShe just needs to hang on for three more hours.ā
āSheās not going to make it two if she doesnāt get help.ā
It falls silent, only the sound of your labored breaths filling the air. You can almost picture the silent conversation, eyes glancing around, looking anywhere but at each other as they come to terms with what Kix is suggesting. Besides some harmless flirting from Fives, theyāve never pressed that boundary with you. Thereās always been an unspoken rule with you. They donāt push past that boundary, and now theyāre being asked to hurdle over it.
āAt least...let her decide. Let her have the autonomy to choose.ā
Footsteps approach the tent and Kix ducks back inside. He comes over to your side, kneeling down next to you. His hand brushes your head, brows pinched in a frown. āTheyāll do it.ā He says quietly, wiping the sweat from your brow. āBut they want you to choose.ā
You already know that, but you let him say it. Itās a finality, the gavel striking on this situation, making it real. Youāre going to have to fuck one of your friends, one of the troopers youād trust with your life. Who better, though? It could be some random trooper youāve never met before who youāll never see againā¦
Maybe that would be better than a trooper youāll have to face regularly.
How are you going to face them after this?
Who do you choose? Rex? You trust the clone captain with your life, but youād never be able to be in the same room with him again if you asked him to do this. You canāt ask Kix. You need someone aware in case this goes awry, someone who might at least be able to keep you alive. Jesse would make it too romantic, and you know heād catch feelings. You couldnāt do that to him. Hardcase would wind up bragging about it accidentally and youāre not sure you could handle that eventual reality.
That leavesā¦
Fives.
The one least likely to care about this, the one to play it off as a one-time thing, like many of his other flings. Youād be just another notch on his belt, like all those other faceless bucket bunnies he winds up bedding during shore leave. He wonāt care, and heāll make sure he forgets after all of this is done. Heāll pretend like nothing happened, and everything will go back to normal.
āFives.ā You whisper, squeezing your thighs together.
Something passes across Kixās face, but youāre too out of it to put a name to it. āYouāre sure?ā
You nod, letting out a shaky breath. āYeah.ā
Kix is quiet for a moment before he nods. āIāll...go tell him.ā
Kix stands back up, leaving you alone as he ducks out of the tent again. You curl up in a ball, mind swimming with nothing but desire, nothing but an intense need to cum and fast.
The tent flap moves aside again, only itās not Kix who enters.
Itās Fives.
Heās sans helmet, brows pinched as he approaches you slowly, like youāre a wild nexu about to pounce. He kneels down next to the mat, his gaze unreadable as he stares down at you.
āHi, Doc.ā He say softly, lifting a hand to brush some damp hair from your face.
āFivesā¦ā you let out a soft gasp as a wave of pulsing pain throbs through your body. āHelp me.ā
You grab his hand, bringing it to your face. His glove is rough as it slides across your skin, your nerves alight and overstimulated from the simple touch.
āYou really want me to do this?ā He asks, his thumb brushing your cheek.
āYes.ā you gulp, squeezing his hand weakly. āI need it.ā
He swallows thickly but nods, sitting back on his heels to pop off his utility belt and kama, laying them near your own pile. Your own hands tug your underwear off, the soaked fabric bunching as you kick it off onto the end of the mat. Fives pops his pauldron off adding it to the pile on the floor. He makes to take off his spaulders but you stop him, grabbing his hands.
āDonāt bother.ā You say, laying back on the mat and pulling him with you. āThe faster we can get this done, the better.ā
āThis isnāt going to be comfortable for you.ā He warns, popping off his codpiece.
āYou really think I care right now?ā You ask, tilting your head back.
āSuppose not.ā He murmurs, settling himself between your thighs. His hands trail up your legs, gloves gone at least.
This is so unsanitary, but youāll worry about that later.
He stares down at you for a long moment, hands paused halfway down your thighs, just resting there. You try to part your legs for him but he keeps them closed, something passing over his face before he sits back on his heels. āTurn over.ā
You do as he says, turning over onto your stomach. Whatever is going to get you fucked faster. He finally pushes your thighs apart, just enough for him to slot himself between them.
āKriffā¦ā he breathes, sliding a hand down the back of your thigh. His fingers glide through your folds before two slip into you, your body opening easy around him. He curses again, pumping his fingers into you. āSo kriffing wet.ā
āHurry up.ā You breathe, shifting your arm to wave back at him. āNo time for that. I need you...like right now.ā
You hear him shift, his blacks opening to free his cock. You lick your lips at the thought of what it looks like. Unfortunately you know from medical experience exactly what he looks like, just how hung they all are.
Your pussy clenches at the thought of his cock finally inside of you and the relief itās going to bring. Finally youāll be free from the intense overstimulation burning through you.
He leans between your thighs, kneeing them open further to make space for him and his armor. The plastoid digs into your skin but you donāt care, far too focused on the way your body stretches around the tip of his cock. He lets out a quiet groan, sliding into you easily.
āKriffing hell, Doc,ā He groans, settling his weight over you as he glides home in one stroke. His hands come to rest on either side of you, his hips pressed tight against your ass.
He starts to rock his hips, slow and steady as his cock presses into you over and over. Arousal seeps out of you with every press of his hips, soaking into his blacks. The itching is still creeping under your skin, the monitor on your arm beeping from your increased temperature and heart rate. Fives shifts, grabbing it and ripping it off, tossing it somewhere to the side.
āFives,ā you breathe, pushing back against him. āFaster.ā
His hips still, pressed up against your body. āI donāt want to hurt you.ā
āIf you donāt fuck me, Iām going to die.ā you say, reaching out to grip one of his wrists. āSo fuck me like you mean it.ā
You can feel the weight of his stare for a long moment, wishing you could see his face in the artificial light of the lamp. Itās getting dark outside, the sun finally starting to set. āAs the lady commands.ā He says, lowering himself down on his elbows above you. His chest presses against your back, the plastoid armor covering his body cool against your heated skin.
His hips start to snap against yours in short, sharp thrusts, your eyes rolling back as you finally get some of the friction youāve been dying for. Your hands grip the mat under your body, your hips pressing up against his, meeting his thrusts. For the first time in hours youāre finally starting to feel a hint of relief, an orgasm quickly building from the drag of his cock against that spot inside of you.
āFivesā¦ā You breathe, fingers starting to cramp from how tightly theyāre gripping the mat under you. Your clit is dragging across the rough material with every downward thrust of his hips, only adding to the pleasure coursing through you.
He curses, small groans leaving his lips. Heās trying to be quiet, even though the others outside the tent know whatās happening. The wet squelch of your soaked pussy canāt be helped, though, more and more arousal dripping out of you from the burning heat beneath your skin and the cramping in your abdomen.
āOh, fuck, Fives.ā You moan, back arching. āIām gonna cum.ā
āYou gonna cum?ā He leans down, groaning in your ear, breath hot against your sweat-slicked skin.
āYes, yes!ā You cry, your body shuddering as youāre thrown into an orgasm.
He slows his thrusts to languid movements, his body lifting off of you just slightly. Thereās still a deep cramping in your stomach, the heat burning beneath your skin. Itās not enough.
āAgain.ā You breathe, reaching back towards him.
He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. āAs you wish.ā
He begins to thrust his hips against yours again, picking up the pace to a near brutal snapping of his hips. Already you can feel pleasure burning through you, almost as if you hadnāt just had an orgasm.
You cum twice more, shaking under Fives but this time he doesnāt stop, his hips still snapping against your ass in quick, short thrusts. The heat is beginning to dissipate, the itch finally calming. Youāre a drooling mess, Fivesā hand wrapped around the back of your neck, keeping your head down as he plows into you. Breathy moans slip from his lips, his fingers curling into the mat like yours had. Heās close to his own orgasm. Youāre shocked heās lasted this long.
āGonna cum.ā He groans, his movements starting to get sloppy. āWhere do you want me?ā
āInside,ā you gasp, already getting close to another orgasm.
āFuckā¦ā he lets out a long groan, snapping his hips against your ass almost brutally before he stills, his cock pulsing inside of you as he cums.
Another orgasm shudders through your body at the feeling of him filling you, your body giving out as you lay flat against the bed. Fives collapses over you, pressing his face against your shoulder. Heās breathing heavily, almost as heavy as you are. You can feel his hot breaths against your sweat-slick skin.
āFeeling better?ā He asks, pushing himself back up.
You are. The heat is receding from beneath your skin and the itch has been satiated. Thereās still light cramping in your stomach but not nearly what it was before. In fact, youāre starting to feel cold. A shiver runs down your spine as you suddenly become aware of how much the air has cooled as it brushes against your sweat-slick skin.
Fives pulls away from you, your pussy clenching at the sudden loss. You can feel his cum dripping out of you, a wince crossing your face. Thatās going to be fun to clean up later. Fives grabs a blanket from your pack, tossing it over you as you turn onto your side. He grabs his belt and kama before standing.
He wonāt look at you.
āFives?ā You ask quietly as he redresses himself from the little heād taken off. He hums, still avoiding looking at you.
A pang of hurt flashes through you. He could at least look you in the face after fucking you. He makes for the entrance to the tent, shoulders tense and tight.
āFives!ā You call, pushing yourself up onto a shaking arm. Youāre exhausted, your brain fighting for something to say. You want to yell at him, beg him to look at you, but all you can come up with is a weak: āThank you.ā
He nods, glancing at you over his shoulder before he leaves the tent.
You lay back down, a tear sliding down your cheek from the awkward encounter. Maybe you should have chosen one of the others. Jesse would have probably kissed you after that.
Kix comes back into the tent kneeling down beside you. He straps the monitor back onto your arm, scanning your forehead to take your temperature.
āYour temperature has lowered significantly.ā He says, setting the device aside. āSo has your heart rate.ā
āThatās good.ā You murmur, snuggling under the blanket.
āThe extraction team will be here in half an hour.ā He says, grabbing your clothes from the end of the mat. āWe should at least get you back into your blacks.ā
Less questions that way.
You let him help you, easing your exhausted body back into your clothes, giving you at least a modicum of decency.
Youāre half asleep when the ships touch down, Kix and another trooper easing you onto a stretcher. Exhaustion from the day and its events tugs at the back of your mind, all the adrenaline that had been pumping through you wearing off, leaving you shaking and weak.
You turn your head to the side as they get ready to load you onto the ship, meeting the helmeted gaze of Fives. He quickly looks away, climbing into the other ship with Jesse. You try not to let it bother you, but you canāt help but feel a bit hurt by his sudden avoidance of you.
Maybe it was as awkward for him as it was for you.
Maybe you should have chosen Jesse.
***
Youāre back to work after some IV fluids and two days mandatory rest. Kix would have pushed for more, but he knew youād break those rules anyway. A bacta shot had revived you after your return to the Resolute, but you did spend the better part of those two days resting. You still feel a bit sapped of energy, just your body ridding itself of the lasting effects of the toxic, the clone medical officer that had overseen your recovery said. The bump left over by the insectās stinger has healed, down to hardly more than a blemish on your skin.
Your downtime also gave you a lot to think about. More precisely, to think about Fives and his reaction. Youāve come to the conclusion that he must have thought what happened between you meant more than it did. All he did was help keep you from dying in a rather unconventional way. Thatās all it was. No feelings, no expectations.
Maybe he thought there were those things for you.
Thatās why you seek him out after second meal, cornering him in the hallway. Youāre glad heās alone, catching him in one of those rare moments when Torrent Company isnāt moving together as a single unit throughout the flagship. It must be some miracle from the Maker, some kind of blessing after everything you went through.
āFives!ā You call out, his body stiffening as he pauses. He turns slowly as you run up to him in the thankfully quiet hallway.
āYeah?ā He asks, his brows furrowing as he stares down at you. Finally heās looking at you, though he seems nervous. Maybe it was shame after all. Perhaps he feels ashamed for what he did, and in his shame he couldnāt look at you. You need to fix this stat.
āI just...wanted to talk about what happened...between us.ā You say, suddenly nervous too.
He swallows thickly, lips pressing into a line as he nods. āYeah.ā
āI just...wanted to let you know that I picked you because I knew it wouldnāt mean anything to you.ā
Something flashes over his face, his features twisting in almost a pained look for merely half a second before he cools them, finding his composure. āRight.ā He clears his throat. āIt wouldnāt mean anything.ā
āAnd I also wanted to say thank you, again.ā You quickly add, trying to ignore the way the look in his eyes is deepening.
He nods. āYouāre, uh, youāre welcome.ā
You nod, glad you got what you needed to say off your chest. āSo...it just...it didnāt mean anything beyond you just saving my life.ā
He winces, his gaze lowering from your face for a moment before he nods. āYeah. It didnāt mean anything.ā He shifts on his feet. āI should, uh, get going.ā
āRight.ā You say, stepping to the side. āI donāt want to keep you.ā
He walks away without another word, his back tense and tight as he makes his way down the hall. You watch him go, something nagging in the back of your mind about the conversation that just transpired.
***
You donāt see Fives again for days.
If you thought more about it, you might have come to the conclusion that he was purposefully avoiding you, but as the 501st is thrown into another campaign right away, you donāt have much time to dwell on such things.
Youāre busy as always, patching up troopers, saving their lives, doing everything you can to keep as many of them alive as you can.
Itās when things are beginning to calm in the med bay that you see him. Fives. Heās sitting on a gurney, waiting in line to be looked at. You nearly run over to him, elbowing one of your fellow medics out of the way as you come to a stop in front of him.
āFives!ā You say cheerily, his eyes widening as you appear in front of him.
āOh, hi, Doc.ā He greets you, clearing his throat. He holds out his arm, revealing a rather nasty scratch on the inside of his elbow. Heās already removed his vambrace and rerebrace, his blacks tugged up to his bicep.
You hiss through your teeth, grabbing some disinfectant and a bacta patch from the drawer next to the gurney. āThat looks painful.ā
āIāve had worse.ā He shrugs.
Itās true. Youāve seen him in worse shape.
āStill,ā you say, your fingers wrapping around his arm to hold it still. āThis might sting.ā
He winces as you dab the disinfectant on the wound, careful to get any possible debris out.
āI havenāt seen you in a while.ā You say softly, wiping his arm clean.
āItās been a busy campaign.ā He says.
āRight.ā You nod, placing the bacta patch over his wound, waiting for the lights to turn blue before stepping back. āLeave that on for a couple hours. Itāll probably scar though.ā
āThatās fine.ā He says stiffly, pulling his sleeve down. He slides off the bed before grabbing the rest of his armor.
āIāll see you around.ā You say to his back.
āYeah.ā He says, turning to glance at you over his shoulder before he leaves the med bay.
āWell that was awkward.ā Mira, one of your fellow civilian medics says. āUsually heās all up on you when youāre that close and personal with him.ā
āHe doesnāt get all up and personal.ā You say, shaking your head.
She gives you a look. āYeah. Sure.ā She shrugs. āSomething definitely happened between you two.ā
Your face warms just a bit. Both Rex and Kix had agreed not to go into details about what happened during...that mission. Theyād given the barest possible description. Just a bug bite that went wrong. Some bacta stabilized you until you could get proper treatment. Nothing about you fucking a clone to survive.
āN-Nothing happened.ā You say, quickly disposing of the supplies you used.
āMhm.ā She hums in a disbelieving tone. āLet me guess...he saw you with someone else.ā
You make a face. āWhat? Why would that matter.ā
Mira rolls her eyes. āPlease, heās totally in love with you. He practically drools every time he sees you.ā
āNo he doesnāt.ā You scrunch your nose. āHeās nothing more than a friend.ā
āMm so thatās it.ā She says, making her way to the next clone in line. āYou friendzoned him.ā
āCanāt friendzone someone who has no feelings for you.ā You say, moving to the next gurney.
āUh huh. Sure. No feelings.ā She rolls her eyes. āGirl, youāre denser than a doornail.ā
You shake your head, focusing on the clone in front of you with a blaster shot to the shoulder. Fives doesnāt have feelings for you. Sure heās comfortable and flirty with you, but so are the rest of Torrent Company. Hell, even some of the other clones in the 501st like to hit on the civilian medics. When youāre that up close and personal with them...you donāt blame them when they spend most of their time around each other.
Fives doesnāt feel that way about you...right?
He canāt. Heās just your friend.
You jab the bacta needle a little too hard into the cloneās shoulder, earning a yowl of pain.
āSorryā¦ā You make a face. āGot lost in thought.ā
āNo kidding.ā He says, rubbing his shoulder. āYou know, if things donāt work out with Fives, youāre more than welcome to hit me up.ā He grins salaciously at you.
āWhy does everyone think thereās something between Fives and I?ā You ask.
āItās pretty obvious how he feels.ā The clone says. āYou could ask any clone on this ship and heād know. Hell, Iām sure even the General knows.ā
Your face heats up, and you shake your head. āNo, I still donāt think so.ā
He shrugs. āHave it your way.ā He jumps down off the cot after you wrap his shoulder. āJust keep my offer in mind.ā
āThanksā¦ā
āTup, maāam.ā He says, saluting you playfully.
You roll your eyes. āGet out of here, Tup.ā
He chuckles and you move on to the next clone waiting to get his wounds addressed.
***
Youāre starting to believe them.
Fives has continued to do his best to evade your presence, even going so far as to leave the mess hall with a half full tray of food when you enter. It hurts, knowing youāve messed up your friendship with him. Even the others are awkward around you now, like theyāre tiptoeing around live ammunition when youāre near. More than once itās left you in tears. Itās not fair. You couldnāt have stopped getting stung by that bug and you couldnāt help what happened to you after.
Of course sleeping with one of your close friends, be it for survival or not, would make things awkward, and you donāt blame them for taking their brotherās side. Bros before hoes right? The thought that they might think of you that way makes you wince.
Kix is the only one acting normal around you, but then again, working in close quarters makes it hard to avoid each other. Perhaps itās just guilt that keeps him cordial, that he couldnāt do more to help you, that he couldnāt fix what was wrong without having to resort to those means.
Youāre not sure what to think anymore.
You finally grow tired of their attitudes after another campaign. Youāre exhausted and overworked and perhaps a tad bit emotional over how many men were lost during this battle. Itās perhaps not fair that you corner Jesse as heās coming out of the med bay covered in bacta patches.
āJesse!ā you call out, racing down the hall to him.
He turns, his brows raising in surprise for a moment before his face cools. āYeah?ā
You come to a stop in front of him, forcing his back up against the wall. āSpill.ā
His brows furrow in confusion. āWhat?ā
āI want an explanation as to why youāre all treating me like I have the plague. Why Fives keeps doing everything in his power to avoid me.ā You say.
Realization crosses his face for a moment before he lapses back into a neutral look, his back straightening. āI donāt really think itās my place to-ā
āJesse,ā you cut him off. āPlease. I-I donāt know why youāre all so upset with me. Itās not like I could help what happened andā¦ā you sigh. āI didnāt want it to ruin things between us. Thatās why I wanted Fives to be the one to do it. I knew it wouldnāt mean anything to him.ā
Jesse gulps, wincing as he stares down at you. āYou thought it wouldnāt mean anything to him?ā
āWell, yeah.ā you shrug. āNone of his other...escapades have meant anything.ā
āYeah, but...youāre...you.ā Jesse says. āYouāre our Doc. It was always going to mean something.ā
You drop your gaze to his chestplate, frowning. āBut Iām just a medic.ā
āYouāre so much more than that.ā Jesse says softly. āTo him, to all of us.ā
Your shoulders slump, tears blurring your vision. Of course it would mean more to them than you thought. Youāre not just some one night stand picked up at 79s. Youāreā¦you.
āLook...I think itās best you just sit him down and talk to him.ā Jesse says.
āThat would be easy if I could find him.ā You say.
āHe likes to hit the range after second meal.ā Jesse says. āHeās there pretty much every day.ā
You nod. āThanks, Jesse.ā
He nods, patting your shoulder. āGet some rest, Doc. You look like you need it.ā
You look him over, at the many bacta patches covering him. āI could say the same to you. I donāt know why theyāre letting you walk out of here right now.ā
āItās nothing too bad.ā He waves you off. āMostly just superficial.ā
āUh huh.ā You say, but you take a step back. āTake it easy, okay? For me?ā
He grins. āAnything for you, Doc.ā
***
You do find Fives after second meal, just as Jesse said, in the range. Youāve only been in the training areas a handful of times, mostly responding to injuries the men get when they go a little hard on each other. Some bacta and a slap on the wrist is usually the standard of care for those kinds of injuries.
Fives is firing rather angrily at a droid, over and over and over. Heās tense, shoulders squared and you can see the way his brows are pulled together. You wait until heās done, not wanting to startle him and possibly have to make your own trip to the med bay. Fives probably wouldnāt shoot you, but with him wound so tight, you canāt be sure.
āFives?ā You say quietly once heās done, blaster lowered to his side.
He glances at you over his shoulder. āWhat do you want?ā
āIām here to talk.ā you say as he raises his blaster once more.
āWhat makes you think I want to talk to you?ā He snaps.
āBecause I want you to tell me whatās going on.ā You say, shouting over the sound of his blaster.
He pauses, his shoulders sinking a bit.
āWeāre friends, Fives. Nothing about that has changed.ā You say.
āThatās just it.ā He says, turning on you. He holsters his blaster, taking a step towards you. āNothing changed. You made meā¦ā he cuts himself off with a sharp breath, his hand curling into a fist. āAnd it was supposed to mean nothing?ā
You gulp, eyes widening at the intense look on his face. āI-It wasnāt. Thatās why I chose you. None of your other one night stands have meant anything to you.ā
āBecause theyāre not you.ā
The words echo in the silence, your heart beating hard in your chest. āWhat?ā
He swallows thickly, taking another step towards you. āThey werenāt you, Doc. They were just...distractions from what I couldnāt have.ā
Tears burn behind your eyes, your heart thumping rapidly in your chest. āFivesā¦ā
Itās all coming together for you. His playful flirting with you, the way he always made sure you sat next to him, his protective streak when you were caught in combat with them, his reaction after...his stiff avoidance of you after you told him it meant nothing to you.
Kriff, youāre an idiot.
His steps are slow, careful, like heās approaching a wild animal. You donāt move, your body tingling from all of the realizations slamming into you left and right. They were right. They were all right.
He stops inches from you, staring down at you. You hold his gaze, a stray tear sliding down your cheek.
āIt wasnāt supposed to mean anything to you.ā You whisper.
āIt meant everything to me.ā He says quietly.
More tears slide down your cheeks, your breath hitching in your chest. His eyes are so big, so soft as they stare down at you. His hand lifts, sliding up your arm to your elbow. The touch is so gentle, so intimate.
āYou have no idea what it meant, that you trusted me like that. You trusted me to take care of you when you were so vulnerable. But you didnāt know...how could you have known?ā His grip tightens just slightly around your arm. āI tried to imagine it was just another bucket bunny, but...I couldnāt.ā His hand slides up your arm, over your shoulder to your face where he cups your cheek. āIt was you, Doc. It was always you.ā
āOh Fives,ā you whisper, sniffling. āEveryone knew but me...I couldnāt see it. Why didnāt you say anything?ā
His gaze drops from yours. āI didnāt know how you would feel about it, and I didnāt want to ruin our friendship.ā
āIt wouldnāt have ruined anything.ā You say, leaning into the rough fabric of his glove on your cheek. You can feel the warmth of his hand through it seeping into your own skin.
āWell, I know that now.ā He says, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.
You groan, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his chestplate. āCouple of idiots, arenāt we?ā
He chuckles, his arms wrapping around you. āI think you could say that.ā
You lean against him for a moment, feeling the slow rise and fall of his chest against you. The sharp shard of fear strikes through you at the thought that someday you might lose him, but you push it aside, focusing on the here and now.
His hands grip your arms, pulling you back away from him. One of his hands slides up your arm as you stare up at him, at the deep emotion shining in those big brown eyes. His hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing your lips. He stays there for a moment, just staring at you, taking you in.
āKiss me, idiot.ā You say, breaking the silence.
His face breaks in a grin before heās leaning down, pressing his lips to yours. Itās soft and sweet, everything you hoped it would be. His hands drop to your waist as yours wrap around his neck, pressing against his pauldrons.
āI really hate your armor sometimes.ā You murmur against his lips.
He smirks, kissing you again. āWould you prefer me without it?ā
You pull back for a moment, pretending to think about it. āWell, youāve seen me mostly naked, so itās only fair.ā
A wide grin forms on his face, his hand dropping to yours, lacing your fingers together. āWell, lucky for you Iām free this afternoon.ā
***
The two of you slip into the barracks, giggling like a couple of teenagers, fingers entwined.
The barracks are miraculously empty, Fives approaching his bed to find a datapad sitting on top of the blankets. He picks it up, reading the text on the screen.
āJesse.ā You both say at the same time.
āCheeky bastard.ā Fives grins, tossing the datapad onto the bed next to his.
āI mean, I did corner him in the med bay yesterday.ā You say.
āYou did what?ā Fives asks, turning to face you, halfway through pulling off his pauldrons.
You shrug. āI wanted answers. Heās the one who told me where to find you.ā
Fives mutters something under his breath as he drops his pauldron to the floor, making quick work of his belt and kama as well. You help him remove the rest of his armor with well practiced fingers.
āYouāre good at this.ā He says, almost jealously.
You roll your eyes. āCalm down big guy. Iāve had to remove enough clone armor in the infirmary I know all the seams and pieces.ā
āRight.ā Fives nods, dropping the last piece into the pile on the floor, leaving him just in his blacks.
He pulls off his gloves before leaning down to kiss you again, his hands falling to your waist to tug at your own clothes. Youād dressed down today, finally free from the med bay until the next campaign.
āYouāre wearing too many clothes.ā He says against your lips, tugging your shirt up before he pulls back.
You pull your shirt up over your head, goosebumps forming on your skin from the cool air in the barracks. Fives makes quick work of his own shirt, exposing his toned body to you. You lick your lips, tracing every line of his muscle. That was one way in which they all varied beyond just the way they styled themselves. Different clones with different jobs had different muscular builds. Fives is all hard muscle, biceps bulging as he tugs his pants down, kicking them off.
You try not to stare at the half-hard cock between his thighs, just as large and veiny as you imagined.
Fuck, heās just as pretty as you imagined.
You tug your pants and underwear down, stripping off your breastband so youāre standing naked before him. His eyes trace over your form, a low whistle leaving his lips. āKriff, youāre gorgeous.ā he almost sighs, hands falling to your waist to pull you close, bodies pressed together. āThis is how I pictured our first time going.ā
You avoid his gaze, turning to look to the side. āIām sorry it wasnāt.ā
āDonāt,ā he says, gripping your chin lightly to turn your face back to his. āI donāt know if I could have handled having to listen to one of the others in that tent with you.ā
āWell, my second pick was Jesse, soā¦ā
Fives rolls his eyes, moving you closer to the bed. āThat idiot would have fallen in love with you after that.ā
You grin, maneuvering yourself onto his bed. āThatās why I didnāt choose him.ā
Fives crawls onto the small mattress with you, pushing your legs apart with his knees. You lay back, staring up at his face as he stares back at you. He pauses there for just a moment, taking you in under him. āThis is how it should have been.ā He says softly.
He leans down to kiss you again, his body pressing against yours. You hum at the feel of him, wrapping your arms around his neck. His tongue presses past your lips, flicking against your own. You moan softly, sinking your fingers into his curls. His hips grind against your stomach, dragging his cock across your skin. Youāre already wet, arousal seeping out of you at the prospect of having him again...properly this time.
Fives pulls away from your lips, kissing his way down your jaw to your neck. His teeth sink into your skin lightly, leaving a mark below your ear.
āFives!ā you complain, tugging at his hair. āEveryone will see!ā
āGood.ā he almost growls, kissing his way across your throat. āLet them.ā
You swallow thickly at his show of possession, your hand sliding from his hair as he continues to kiss down your body. His hands cup your tits, thumbs running over your nipples.
āI love your tits.ā he says, squeezing them gently. āShame that they get hidden under armor so much.ā
You roll your eyes, shaking your head. āThey donāt like it either. That armor is tight.ā
āMy poor girls.ā He whines, leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth.
Your laugh comes out as half a moan, back arching from the pleasurable sensation.
āIāll give them love later.ā He says, sliding the rest of the way down your body. āRight now, I have better things to do.ā
You swallow thickly as your head lifts, watching him lay himself between your legs as best he can on the small bed. His warm breath fans against your wet folds, sending a shiver through you. His lips press against your inner thigh, blazing a path of kisses upwards. His gaze lifts to meet yours as his hands shift to grip your hips, adjusting your position on the bed before he leans in, dragging his tongue through your folds.
You gasp at the sensation, your thighs pressing against his broad shoulders. His mouth is warm as it closes over your pussy, his tongue licking another slow stripe up your folds until he reaches the spot that has your inhale turning into a gasp.
āFivesā¦ā You sigh.
He focuses his attention there, dragging slow lines across your clit with his tongue. You flop back onto the bed, back arching from the pleasure. Little whimpers leave your lips as he teases your clit, your thighs already trembling. It hasnāt been that long, but the thought of it being Fives doing this has you riled up. Youāre not going to last very long, not with his sweet mouth eating you like a man starved.
You donāt last very long.
Your thighs squeeze around his shoulders as your orgasm is ripped from you suddenly. You let out a cry thatās probably too loud, but you donāt care who could have heard you as your back arches off the bed, pressing your hips closer to Fivesā face. His hands hold your thighs, keeping you still as his tongue continues to tease your clit, working you through your orgasm.
Itās not until youāre writhing in his grasp, letting out little whimpers that he relents, lifting his face from between your thighs. His face is shiny with your slick, his tongue darting out to lick his lips salaciously. Itās obscene and yet, it has heat pulsing straight between your legs again.
He lets out a chuckle, pushing himself back up the bed until youāre face to face. You can taste yourself on his tongue as he kisses you again, his hard cock dragging against your stomach. His knee hooks under your thigh, pushing it up higher as he slots his body between your legs. He pulls away from your lips, holding himself up so he can grip his cock.
āReady?ā He asks, staring into your eyes.
You nod, breath hitching in anticipation.
He drags the head of his cock through your folds, gathering some of your wetness before he presses into you. His cock spreads you open, your hands lifting to grip his shoulders. The stretch is delicious, your body opening to him as he sinks further and further into you.
His forehead presses to yours as he seats himself fully into you, both of you breathing deep. āKriff, you feel so good.ā he groans, slipping his arms around you. āBetter than the first time.ā
You moan softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. āFives?ā He hums in response. āMove.ā
He grins, kissing you. āAs you wish.ā
He begins to move, rocking his hips into yours. You wrap your legs around his waist, hands pressing into his back, feeling the way his muscles flex under his skin with every thrust. You moan softly, head spinning from the thought of being so close to him like this, without the added threat of dying if you donāt cum.
Though you feel you might pass away if he doesnāt make you cum this time.
The wet squelch of your pussy is loud in the empty barracks as he thrusts into you, the mattress squeaking a bit as he thrusts into you, slow and deep. Itās so different from the frantic fucking you had the first time. This is slow, intimate, dare you say romantic. Heās taking his time, drawing out your pleasure so it lasts as long as possible.
āKriffing feel so good.ā He groans in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.
āFivesā¦ā you moan, clinging to him tightly. āDonāt let me go.ā
āNever.ā He promises, tightening his hold around you, one hand sliding to cup the back of your neck as he grinds his hips against yours.
Youāre getting close, the drag of his cock sending you reeling. Heās close as well, his thrusts starting to get sloppy. Your toes are curling, body squeezing his. Itās better than you thought, but thatās probably because itās Fives.
āFivesā¦ā you moan his name again, nails digging into his back as he picks up the pace, snapping his hips into yours.
āGonna cum for me? Need you to cum for me.ā He grunts, in your ear, lips brushing your skin.
You let out a whine, arching against him as you seek your second high of the day. His cock brushes that spot inside of you, stars nearly erupting behind your eyes.
āRight there.ā You gasp, thighs shaking around his hips. āFuck, right there!ā
Youāre being loud but you donāt care, nails dragging down his back as he focuses his thrusts right at that spot inside you. You cum with a cry, pussy squeezing around him. He lets out a loud groan, his hips stilling as he twitches inside you. His muscles go lax, his body falling on top of yours. He manages to keep himself from squishing you beneath him, his face pressing against your neck.
The smell of sex is thick in the air, but you donāt care. Youāre shaking, still wrapped tightly around Fives as he lays on top of you. Heās breathing heavily, warm breaths fanning against your neck. You donāt want to move, your mind buzzing with the aftershocks of your orgasm still.
āYou alright?ā He murmurs, lips pressing a gentle kiss against your throat.
You nod, still holding him tightly. You donāt want to let him go yet. You want to hold him here, keep him here forever.
But you canāt. You both have lives you have to go back to, jobs youāre expected to do.
Youāve never understood desertion, but now you do.
āFives?ā you murmur, pressing a kiss to the side of his head.
āYeah?ā he breathes, pushing himself up so heās staring down at you.
You stare up at him for a long moment, taking in his face, those soft brown eyes. āDonāt die.ā
His lips twitch as he stares back, something flashing across his face. āI donāt plan on it.ā
āGood.ā You pull him back down against you. āIād never forgive you if you did.ā
He chuckles, rolling over so youāre on your sides. He pulls the blanket up over your bodies, tucking you against his chest. The moment is tender, soft, intimate. So different from what you had the first time.
You wouldnāt trade it for the world.
āFives?ā You murmur, resting your cheek against his chest.
He hums, his fingers drawing patters on your bare back.
āHow long until the others break in?ā
He thinks for a moment, going still before you feel his grin against the top of your head. āLong enough for another round.ā
āGood.ā You say, pushing him over onto his back, sitting yourself up over him. āBecause Iām not done with you yet.ā
He smirks, his hands settling on your thighs. āYes, maāam.ā
So while Iām waiting for my furniture to come in. Iāve been working on a Bookā a Space Opera Erotica. Ive been considering on getting it published but would love to know if anyone would consider becoming a commenter/reader to give me feedback. The person who helps me will end up just getting the first printed copy of the book.
INFO:
Anyone 18+ please š¬ā
Genre : Romance, Sci-Fi, Dystopia, LGBT
Sub Genre: Space Opera, Erotica, Dystopia Fiction, Military SCI-FI, Sci-Fi punk, Utopian Fiction, Thriller.
Topics mention within Book: Childhood/Adult Trauma, Forbidden love (Enemies to Lovers), S/A, Depression, Gore/fighting.
F/M ā M/M book.
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Please take into mind this book is DARK.
Anyways if anyone is interested please feel free to message me or like this post. Or shoot even direct me to a site that I could try my luck to find someone to read it.
In the process of cleaning out my entire apartment and doing a Star Wars Themeā¦
Im thinking of mixing Kamino and Naboo together. I know two different vibes BUT I think I can work! Like I have new furniture coming in and everything!!
(I almost re-spun my random clone wheel when it stopped on 99 because he doesn't have a helmet... but who's to say a batch of cadets didn't make a helmet for him?)
This last one is of him in the barracks after Echo 'dies'. It was so painful to imagine what he must've been going through after that, and then to think they'd never get to say goodbye to each other! š¢šš
Fives is holding Echos blacks in the second picture...*cries*
Why do they single out one clone from the rest, give him more focus and screen timeāand then, once everyone has fallen in love with him, once he's got fans who didnāt even notice him before... they kill him off.
They did it with Tech in The Bad Batch, and they did it with Fives before that.